The spotlights shifted off of you and to the ramp where your challenger was. There was rattling of chains and enormous footsteps leading to the arrival of your foe, she stepped out into the spotlight and left your jaw on the floor. Standing at an incredible ten feet tall, covered in spotted fur with an impressive rack and enormous feet, was a dalmatian fur. Her size wasn't the most impressive part of her, though. What was impressive, terrifying, actually was the gigantic dogcock sticking out of her waist. It was 3 feet long with a knot a foot in diameter at the base.
The announcer proclaimed her name loud, "Dicky Diana the Dirty Dog!"
Her tongue lolling out, eagerly panting, she strutted out, eyeing you all the while, her breast and erection bobbing. As she got close, you could smell her incredibly potent musk. It was like having your nose pushed right up against a three-month-old jockstrap and she was still not even in the ring yet!
She climbed in, walking right over the ropes, and squatted in the opposite corner. Diana winked at you, wagging her tail. The dog was clearly excited to have some fun with you. Whether that meant marking you like a fire hydrant or shoving you straight up her tailhole. You were going to suffer.
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